Zhen Yuanzi listened from the side, the corners of his eyes twitching.
This Minghe—what a waste that he had not gone off to become a storyteller.
Still, admiration was admiration, but the worry in Zhen Yuanzi's heart did not lessen in the slightest.
"Empress, what Fellow Daoist Minghe said does carry some reason."
"But the Two Sages of the West have always been cunning, and they stop at nothing in how they act."
"Now that we are allowing them to plant disciples in the Underworld and occupy divine offices, over time, I fear it may not be a good thing."
"This... would it not be inviting wolves into the house?"
The moment Ancestor Minghe heard this, he was immediately displeased, and he turned his head to glare at Zhen Yuanzi.
What? I just finished flattering her, and now you come along to tear down my stage?
Empress Pingxin nodded slightly, showing approval of Zhen Yuanzi's caution.
The Underworld was the foundation of the Witch Clan, and no loss could be permitted.
"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi's worries—I understand them."
"However, you need not worry."
"Within the Underworld, within this Earth Dao of mine, no matter what heaven-shaking abilities Ksitigarbha has, no matter how many schemes the Western Teachings have, they can forget about turning over in the palm of my hand."
"If they wish to borrow my Underworld's Fortune, then let them borrow it."
"As long as they can work honestly and properly, I will give them this chance."
Empress Pingxin's voice suddenly cooled by several degrees, and a chilling killing intent flashed through the great hall and was gone.
"But if they dare entertain even the slightest thought of breaking the rules, if they dare stretch their hands toward places they should not..."
Empress Pingxin's voice abruptly turned cold.
"The